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My Brother on Skype

My brother was putting me down over Skype. My friend Micah from DV and our Lucid game project wrote a program that allowed me to capture and organize my brother's insults into categories. The comments were automatically filed by direct insult, insult as he spoke to someone else about me, and there were two other ways of organizing his insults.

I had a report of two or three pages showing each comment organized under its appropriate heading. At one point I had come up with something to say back to him. I typed it in Skype. I wish I could remember what it was I said. In any case, I decided not to send the message because it would play into his plan. I am currently not talking to him, haven't for about a year, and have no intention to talk to him ever again. So, I erased the message and decided the report of his comments was enough to damn him.

I had another dream where I was fighting my brother, but I can't remember it, so I'm just making the note here.

New/Current Job and Going to War

I was looking for work in the country. I've been working and thinking about my garden iwl, so I dreamed about a farm. I thought I would like it. Then I saw the workers as they bent down to spread straw or tirelessly pick vegetables. I realized it was not as romantic as I thought it would be.

Then I was on my job driving a school bus, but in this country environment, I didn't know if I needed to turn to the left or right on this country road.

I was eventually talking to someone in a special car. It had a boxy design, but was a luxury car, and was actually pretty nice looking. It was midnight blue. It was wide like a Bentley, and the sides were high. From the windows to the roof, it was like a second boxy level on top of the first. It was not as high and looked like a chop-top design. First it was a Jaguar, but I think it eventually was a Rolls or a Bentley because it just didn't have the styling of a Jag at all.

The guy inside was telling me about the car. He said it was designed to carry different types of people. There was one seat that was kind of separated from the others as it had a shower in it. You would sit in the seat and, you could clean off. That seat also was for the nerdy type as there was information on the inside of the car that would allow you to compare pricing on that car versus other cars. It was a nerdy thing because of numbers-crunching.

The other seats were more for diplomats or something. It was absolute prestige for the owner of the car, and luxury for the riders.

I then ended up talking to a guy in the same location, in an almost empty parking lot. Everyone was leaving. I was explaining that I didn't know which way to go. He said I just had to find the school my way, so I decided I would just go to the right and find it.

Then we started talking about how I was going to be going to war, and he was my commanding officer. I felt like I would never advance because I have such a poor memory and poor sense of direction. I started trying to improve his perception of my by touting my previous accomplishments in web design.

I then started telling him that while I used to be afraid of war, I have changed my attitude. I figured, I may very well die in the war, so I might as well fight with courage and die valiantly. I started really feeling ready to fight for our cause.

More Boxes

There was a building that was being foreclosed on. There was some kind of a structure under which the owner had built these box structures with plexiglass walls and wood frames. They built a tower underneath whatever the other structure was--some kind of an open fountain or sculpture.

I wanted some of the boxes, but I was afraid because they belonged to the owner. A guy who was with me said it didn't matter, and threw a couple of them to the side. This is reminiscent of the dream I had yesterday where there was a tower type structure of multiple cages for small rodents stacked atop eachother.

Had a dream it was mirror lake jump night and remember one of my friends from OU came up for it. I don't recall jumping in the lake but I do remember trying to get home with a group of people after the jump. At one point we were on the windshield of a bus that was traveling very fast and we could barely stay on it when it went around turns. One turn we even jumped off and hit the muddy ground hard then started walking. Busses were passing us but they were completely full and everyone laughed as they saw us walking by. We got up to a smaller van picking up someone in a wheelchair and another just like it pulled up and we got in. During the crammed ride up in the van my friend nick opened the door and managed to jump into another van! It was quite ridiculous. I also remember being in an arcade at one point playing a skeeball game in which you have to shoot the balls with an electronic gun. Hahah what a dream!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My dad has taken me and the family to Manfred’s Restaurant,in San Francisco. Manfred’s is a diner-style burger joint, complete with boothsand a long bar with barstools. Behind the bar is where the waitresses stand,taking orders and serving up witty remarks.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the end of the bar, far from the door, two old guys sitand talk, and by their appearance and familiarity with each other it’s obviousthey sit here every day, rain or shine. Both men are in long overcoats and havetheir hats sitting on the bar next to their food.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We are led to a booth somewhere near the back of therestaurant, across from the old guys. I ask if the burgers are really big, andthe waitress holds up a plate with a massive burger on it. The bun is threetimes normal size, the meat is double-layered and heavy, and the cheese ismelting out the sides, peeking out from under the lettuce and tomato. Somepickle slices are on the side.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“That is a BIG burger, “I tell her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“You bet it is!” the two old men chime in unison.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“…but I don’t want to see even a single pickle with myburger, do you understand me?” I try to make this last point clear withoutsounding like an ass.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The waitress replies, “No problem!” She turns around to submitthe order to the short-order cook behind her.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]While my order is cooking I decide to leave my group andstep outside, for air or a change of scenery I don’t know. What I see outsideis so unexpected I nearly drop my jaw in amazement.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Standing in front of me, larger than life, are magic horses.I know of no other way to describe the sight before me. One horse is standingon top of another horse, perfectly balanced, and the bottom horse is walkingpast the restaurant, seemingly part of a travelling magic show, or possibly anew circus act on the way into town. I’m staring at this, just dumbfounded,amazed that such a feat is possible.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As the balancing act passes by, another horse appears to myright, and this animal is very tall, with legs twice as long as they should befor a horse. The element of magic is apparent in these animals, and I amreminded of when I was a kid staring up at animals bigger than me, wonderinghow they do what they do.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All this excitement and fanfare is passing by, and I followa crowd of people moving in the opposite direction. I have only moved a fewfeet from the door and I come upon a pile of broken glass on the sidewalk, nearthe corner of the building. Being a helpful citizen I begin picking up thelarge, red glass shards. Some are larger than my hand, and all have sharpedges. Only half way through and with my hand full I pick up one more piece ofglass and get a small cut, though the sting is enough to make me jerk my hand,spilling most of the glass back onto the sidewalk.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m disappointed in myself but the pain is real, so I headback towards the restaurant, knowing I can get cleaned up inside. By the door,next to a large potted plant, I come upon another pile of broken glass, and Ifind myself wondering how so much mess got there.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Inside, the restaurant is now quite crowded, packed, and Iveer to my right to where I suppose the bathroom ought to be. I go up a set of three stairs and intoanother room filled with tables and hungry patrons, looking around for the dooror hall to a bathroom but none is visible. Either the bathroom has been moved,I think, or this restaurant has no bathroom. I had intended to wash my handsafter picking up glass but I guess I won’t.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk back into the main part of the diner and find mydaughter sitting on one of the stools, a strange man sitting next to her andgrinning wide. I sit down between him and her and put my arm around her,suddenly mad that my dad has left her sitting here by herself, while he and myson moved to the far end of the bar to get away from the crowd and the singing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my left and closer to the door a heavyset man isbelting out an almost operatic melody, but somehow it is comical and garish. Heis dressed in a blue cape, covering a white shirt and wide pants. He has a tallblack hat on his head, and is sporting a large, dark mustache. I presume he issome form of Italian opera clown, and I turn my back to him and his awkwardappearance.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I want to move down to the end by my dad, but suddenly Ifind myself on a moving bar stool, one of the most unusual experiences I’veever had in a restaurant. My stool is still attached to the floor, but thesection of the floor below me is moving, taking me and my stool in an ovulararc around the restaurant. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The other customers in the diner find this weird also, andmore than half of them leave, put off by a combination of confusion at themoving floor and the really bad singing by the fat man at the door. I don’tblame them. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After three or four spins around the room the circulating floorstops, and I come to a rest halfway down the bar from where I had been.Standing up I find myself dizzy, wobbly, and disoriented, an odd sensation fora dream. I can’t recall ever experiencing this in a dream before, and I have abrief hint at lucidity.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walk over to my dad, still sitting at the end of the bar,and I ask him where my burger is.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Oh, I sent that bad boy home.” He says almost gruffly,gesturing at the counter waitress. I presume he means he sent it back, and I amupset that my burger is gone. I’m hungry, and I need something to make up forthe glass and orbiting stool.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“No, it’s in here.” The waitress opens up my daughter’sbackpack and inside is my burger and the awesome French fries it comes with. Ilook around but there are no pickles, so I am satisfied.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Fast forward to the drive home; We are in my SUV, drivingtowards Alameda, and I’m talking to my dad casually. As we approach a freewayunderpass I turn to him and say, “I love you very much, dad, but if you ever doanything like that again, I’ll kill you.” I mean this in a non-violent way,jokingly, to emphasize how I didn’t like him leaving my daughter or placing myfood in her backpack, but I pause and contemplate what I just said, and I feelbad. I don’t want him to think I hate him, though I am upset, and now my mindis lost in thoughts of remorse.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I suddenly comeback to reality and find that no one isdriving the SUV, and I literally ask, “Who’s driving the car?” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT][FONT="Calibri"]And then I wake up.[/FONT]

I'm actually starting to get tired of all the video game dreams I seem to have... oh well.
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I am going through some dwarven ruins in skyrim, I'm in an adventurer/dovakin archetype. The dungeon is fairly dark, and the platform i'm standing on seems to be in the middle of some sort of void. I don't take notice of this odd fact though.

it's like a giant bronze cage, with buttons next to each door to open the path to the next area. I go through the ruins and find nothing of value or any enemies to fight, until I come to a small bench. on it are a daedric sword, bow, arrow, and dagger. Some of the most powerful weapons in the game. I pick up the sword, and it disappears as if added to my inventory. I move to pick up the other items, but accidentally bump into them. they fall through the caged walls and into the void.

I wake up soon after.

I was in the street, understood that it is a LD - tried to fly and move to another place, but couldn't. Remembered about TOTM, but lost awareness. Very short LD and very small dream control.

1. 4. 2012
Couldn't remember anything.

2.4. 2012 - False Awakening
Background info: that day I had to wake up sooner than usually (5:15 AM), so I had a little stress, because I expected to have only 6 hours sleep. I also had a piano competition that day, so that could've added to stress.

I wake up only to find out I overslept. It's 5:42 AM. I quickly jump out of my bed to grab suit and dress up. To my surprise, it's not in my closet and I have a feeling it could be in my parents' bedroom. So I go there. My parents are not sleeping, mom is lying on bed, though. Dad is fixing PC, software-stuff on the other side of the room. They seem awfully calm, I'm not even being yelled on when they see I overslept. I grab my suit from the middle wardrobe. (aren't there regals in waking life?) My dad calls me to look outside. It's raining. Surprisingly, it's raining so much that green frogs are falling, too. They land on window (we have roof window, if you get what I mean) and jump away. I ignore this fact and go to my room to dress up. I find socks ready to be pulled on on my bed, though I can't remember getting my clothes ready before going to bed. In my mind, I quickly schedule remaining 30 minutes before I have to go to train station. I'll use 10 minutes to eat some yoghurt and drink tea and the other 20 to make me some snack to eat on the train. I go downstairs only to find my little sister already there watching My Little Pony: Friendship is magic on TV. (at 6 AM, I may add, duh) So I go to kitchen and for some unknown reason, I decide to eat some bread instead. It's already cut, but someone poured water on it. WHAT?

Anyways, I go back upstairs and I turn on computer. (Yeah, let's no stick to my schedule, because this is a dream, right?) I go on dreamviews forum, but I can't remember whether I read something or not. I notice on of my books, which are usually on the table, is missing. I go ask mom if she knows where it is and says she borrowed it. That's really weird, She usually doesn't read stuff like that. Anyways, the book's name is The Reincarnationist by M. J. Rose.

3. 4. 2012 - 5. 4. 2012
Couldn't remember anything.

6. 6. 2012 - Afterlife
Background info: I woke up at about 11:00 AM and went back to sleep without getting out of bed. Weak form of WBTB? Dreams were very vivid.

I'm in some sort of cave with someone. Actually, it's more like tunnel. We go further and further and stumble across a statue of some Greek goddess. There is some sort of button on the naked statue (don't ask where). I press it and a big rock in front of us rolls away. I see a beatiful scenery. It's a huge area with pool with light water, like you can see in movies. There aren't any shadows and sun is shining brighter than usual. It's all designed in ancient Egypt style. Whole area is surrounded by a wall made from light yellow bricks (again, Egyptian-style) with two lines of blue azur bricks in upper and bottom area of the wall. To my left there are bunch of ancient Greek and ancient Egypt statues. They're all naked. (I have to say that male statues are VERY well endowed ) Behind me I can see about 3 endings from ventilation. Whole area reminds me of Quidditch pitch from Harry Potter. I then see a big boar and I know it's a god. (Mononoke Hime reference) We talk about something and then one of the ventilation endings start sucking him like a vacuum cleaner. This doesn't affect my and my friend, who I still have no idea who that is. The boar yells in panic and then is sucked completely by the ventilation. And somehow I know this is what afterlife looks like or how people imagined it in acient Greek and Egypt.

EDIT: I remembered who was the person with me! It was Morpheus from Matrix.

Skiing

I'm skiing in ski center in which I was about 3-4 years ago. I meet old friend of mine from Elementary school. We ski together a little, we also have an istructor and it feels like training. Since I can ski well already, I go down the slope first. I'm waiting for them but they seem to be stuck somewhere. I go sit down to a nearby café. They're still not arriving. I go check on machine that helps people get on the hill and see it's halted. I look around and see my friends sitting under a tree and drinking tea. We talk about something.

Ok, this was a massive dream and I only really remember bits here and there (which is good cuz I wouldn't want to type it ALL out anyway).
So we're in Manhattan, and I'm helping on a construction project for a huge new building. I don't mean grunt work helping, I mean architectural design helping. Somewhere along the lines I start to notice what we're building, and try to escape... We've secretly been building a labour/death camp in the middle of the city! I get away but don't go far, a few blocks away I rally some people and we storm the site, hoping to take it over. We win (kind of). You see, it was more of a treaty than anything. We killed some people, no biggy, and destroyed some things, but the architectural design was still too amazing to just tear down. So we kept it, but got rid of the guy. I don't know if we banished or killed him, but he's gone.

Strange........

I remember that I was in a very large bakery. The counter tops were covered in flour and dough, the smell was heavenly. I put on an apron and got ready to work. I washed my hands in a very old, very rusty sink. A load of cinnamon rolls were already in the oven when I started working the dough. Again, I am overwhelmed by how delicious everything smelled. I began working a large lump of dough on the table, which I generously covered in flour before I started. I formed the dough into a very large square and added a buttery cinnamon sugar mixture to it.

-dream end.

In my dream, I'm sitting at my computer in my black swivel chair, only I'm not in my house. I don't really recognize the place. Anyway I'm naked, and I get this wet, spoapy washcloth and start wiping myself down with it as if I were taking a shower without the water. About halfway thru I stop, thinking I can't make the washcloth last long enough. Also, how am I supposed to rinse off? It seems to be getting less soapy and drying out, but I hurry and finish anyway.

I didn't think I could remember any dreams this morning til I used the bathroom. Looking over at the shower, I'm like I didn't take a shower last night, but I remember, ohhhh.... dream.

I'm at a bay and someone is showing me a new submarine they've invented, where you can just step out and go swimming. I go for a ride and go every once in a while when I see something interesting I go out of the submarine to have a look.

I land on the other side of the bay, where there is a forest. A woman drives there on a car. She breaks and leaves long tire tracks on the snow. I jump out of the boat and into the snow. For some reason I don't want to be seen and try to hide by burrowing in the snow. I cannot hide myself completely, there's not enough snow for that.

I recall this dream I had this morning starting off with me (I'm somebody else as usual) and a few other middle-aged men standing around in a group chatting about something. They were wearing suits and hats like the kind they used to wear back in the days of the old west. The town looked western too, with its orange sand and houses on both sides of it. We were standing just outside of a house. Then it hit me. I had this overwhelming feeling that I did all of this before. I looked up at the house and at the sun just above it. Then I told the guys, I said "hey... is anyone experiencing deja-vu, or is it just me? I know I've done this before."

The feeling of deja-vu was so overwhelming! My eyes rolled into the back of my head, I fell backwards, hit the ground, and passed out--I don't know why. I could hear the guys going "hey! hey!" Have you ever passed out while dreaming?

Now, I'm this same white guy with black hair and a short, black beard (I look as though I've been ruffed up a bit) and I'm sitting down on something out in the middle of nowhere--it looks like a desert. I look up at the sun and I see a person up there with a lot of white energy radiating around him in the form of a cross. This guy literally levitates all the way down and lands right in front of me. He's also white but with blond hair and a short, blond beard. He was smiling when he said "_____________, my friend." I don't remember exactly what he said when he first spoke, but I know that it was some kind of saying--like a lesson or something. He seemed benevolent in the way he spoke to me.

Now, I'm viewing the conversation from the side in third-person. I know that I'm the guy with black hair sitting down and this guy is my friend. Then the blond guy smiled and said "a one-war life without talking to fate." Referring to me. And that's all that I remember.

Here's a pretty bad sketch of what he looked like while he was high up in the air.

I'm lying against a pile of scrap in the middle of the meadow, the cold winter air swirling around me. Everything is covered in frost, but I'm not cold. The sentient radio that my master left me with crackles softly. I wonder if she's asleep. I'm lying facing West, hiding from a group of animal-human hybrids that are working with my friend Seth. The radio had told me that there was movement in the East, so I positioned myself accordingly, listening behind me for any sign of hostility. I don't know how many hours I've been sitting here, motionless, waiting for someone to rescue me from these monsters.

My ears perk up as I hear something moving in front of me. At first I think that it's something small like a rabbit, but I hear it again, heavier this time.

"Radio? Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here," she answered reassuringly.

"You said movement in the East, right?"

There was a pause and the static crackled lightly once more.

"The West."

Just after she says this, one of the monsters leaps out from behind the scrap in front of me, which I manage to dodge barely. I scramble to my feet, running for my life with it on my tail. I hear a gunshot as Seth fires his revolver at me. Two more of the monsters join in the chase, and I'm able to fight them off and keep up the pace, heading toward where Seth is standing. Two, three, four shots. Either he has bad aim or the revolver isn't aiming straight, since I'm running directly at him, only dodging slightly. As I try to grab him, he moves to the side and fires off two more shots, beginning to reload. Just as he finishes reloading, I'm able to get a hold of him, tackling him to the ground. I get the gun from him, running away once more. I fall on my back and shoot two of the monsters chasing me. I get back on my feet, noticing one more approaching from the distance. I aim a bit high to compensate for bullet drop, pull the hammer to reload, and shoot. I hit it in the shoulder, although the bullet just seems to sink in and fall to the ground. Yeah, the gun isn't aiming straight. I wasn't aiming anywhere near its shoulder. Nonetheless, it stops pursuit. Suddenly, Seth is back on me, and I fire a shot at him. The bullet seems to curve out of the way and I start sprinting, turning around and firing another bullet at him. He dodges to the right and the bullet whizzes past his head. One more bullet, but no such luck. Alright, I'm tired of this. I come to the mouth of the forest, turning to face him, aiming the gun straight at him. He stops running, standing hardly 10 feet in front of me. He grins, beginning to walk toward me slowly. I pull down the hammer on the revolver, pulling the trigger and...

Nothing. Seth lets out a laugh and runs at me. I try to hit him with the gun, but he catches my arm, disarms me, and pushes me onto the ground. He stands over me menacingly, and I wait for him to finish what he started.


"Okay, you have one more letter, Seth. With this, you'll be able to take home the grand prize!" Suddenly, there's a game show host standing beside him with a giant letter board like the one on Wheel of Fortune. Seth answers with a letter that I don't hear, and the game show host tells him that he's wrong. Seth objects, asking what the answer was, but the game show host is nervous and reluctant to answer. Did he cheat? Everything begins to fade around me, and then I'm lying in darkness.

Hm...that was an awesome dream. I think to myself, rolling over in my bed trying to go back to sleep. After about 5 minutes, I feel breath in my ear and sounds like a dog is sniffing of me. My hand twitches and it stops, and I stay completely still, hoping for it to continue. A few minutes later, nothing happens and my back is aching so I stretch and lay on my back and put my hands under my thighs. This time, I try to DEILD. It doesn't take very long, and I hear myself breathing at an extremely increased volume. It surprises me, so I jump. It breaks the DEILD. Good. I'm close now. I sit still, waiting for it to happen again, knowing that I won't jump the next time. I'm ready for it.

About 45 minutes later, nothing more has happened, and my back is still aching, so I just get up.


There was a LOT more to the dream than what I've written down here, such as who my master was and how I got to the meadow, but since I tried to DEILD, I didn't write any of it down in my DJ and I've forgotten it. It was still an awesome dream nonetheless <3

I'm in London, sitting in my mum's kitchen and we are talking about plants. It is a beautiful sunny day but all of a sudden there is an ear-splitting mechanical roar and everything is thrown into shadow. We look outside and a large wooden aeroplane is gliding low over the city, primitive but armed. My dad and brothers are excited, and start trying to name it, but I am terrified so I teleport back to Brighton (the city where I live) and find myself at university.

The day has ended, but a large group of people remain on campus, chatting, drinking, smoking and flirting in the summer twilight. Then it gets a bit too late, and we realise there are no buses so we will have to walk the few miles into town. Walking through the building on our way out, we notice that the doors are unlocked and decide to peek into the offices.

I enter one at random, it has a single bed, some notebooks and a bunch of boys showing each other their bums (). The shelves are filled with dusty musical manuscripts and I realise that this is my tutor's office. On his desk, I see my name written on some post-it notes. Scrawled in black pen are a variety of responses to work that I have handed in, ranging from backhanded compliments to downright rude. There is a notebook with what looks like MSN messenger transcriptions written out my hand.

The conversations are between my tutor and a man I don't know, whose name began with D I think. They consist of brutal and honest evaluations of people on my course. Our marks and competencies are reeled off and examined, tinged with a kind of teenage sentimentality of parallel opinions and superfluous questions as to our motivations.

I want to leave but the guys in the room convince me to stay, they tell me to sleep in the bed if I'm tired. The idea is aggravating because I don't like the colour of the duvet, a dark wine-purple, and there are no pillows. I am also terrified that my tutor is going to come in and find us there.

We leave the room eventually and try to find somewhere to sleep on campus. It becomes like a video game, where we have to avoid the guards as we explore the terrain. Sudddenly the guards start turning into giant red cubes. They laugh and work together to trap us in rooms, then grow white web-like tentacles that absorb all the students, who have turned into green jelly creatures.

Scanning groceries, carding people.

It starts out that I was going to call one of my coworkers for some reason. What happened is that when I clicked redial and wound up calling Misha Collins instead. I think I instinctively knew that it was Misha, but I might have asked who I called. Even though the conversation was short and I sounded like a bit of a fan (I wasn't sure what to say, or explain why I was calling,) he was nice about it. I kept trying to figure out how his number was on my redial, since I hadn't called or texted him before. Somehow I did have his number. I was also trying to create a blog post of the experience, but it wasn't working out. I think celebrity interaction should be counted as one of my dream signs.

The architecture and path in one scene, in order to go down, you must take the path that travels up first.

This little girl, her mom was making her a pink, felted sweater with thin, black detailing.

In the dream i dreamt i was in Rampworx Skate Park Skating a handrail that was there.

*The hand rail was where the Low ledge boxes normally are
*Right angle staircase with a drop rail.
*Back royaled the handrail fine
*Went back up and tried a top acid, Bailed because landing was cluttered with spair railings
*Moved the rails about to clear a better landing
*Noticed one of the rails at the bottom was broken. it was light blue
*the stairs were not solid but grated like in This Picture. Not sure how i was able to skate on it.
*I went to try the trick again after i bailed but someone moved the rail.
*My Brother was there. Might have been filming but not sure.
*The drop rail had a gap at the end of it i was trying (over a barrier)
*It was quite dark (Darker than normal)
*I asked a skater next to me if he wanted to skate the rail before me. let me go first.


Very fragmented, cant remember much of this dream.
Weird thing is, Rampworx posted an "Inline only night april 2012" video on the night of this dream.